I keep getting notes about how much people are enjoying these little videos. They are not quite the first movies I've ever made, but certainly I've not been in the habit. So I'm surprised, and amused, to find out that they're actually watchable. The question is whether this stupid blog platform will let me upload them. If you're getting an error message, stay tuned. I'll keep trying.

I made this one yesterday, around midday, at Wonderland, a park trail near Bass Harbor that peters out amid tide pools and stony rubble. I love clambering among the rocks, staring up at gulls or out into the coves, watching ducks and loons bob in the surf, picking up pebbles, fishing up snails from the tide pools. Peaceful and purposeless.

The rest of the day was equally satisfying and unspectacular. I helped my friend move some flowerpots into the barn for the winter. I roasted sweet potatoes and made Salisbury steaks. I worked on my manuscript . . . and I wrote what I think will be its final poem. (This last accomplishment is in fact spectacular, but only to me.)